RBL Posse - Bounce To This Lyrics
f/ Cellski[ Mr. Cee ]Well, here's a little doseFrom the half of the group you like the mostStraight from the Frisco City, West CoastWith somethin up my sleeveIt's just my pep talk about these niggas who be trippinAbout these niggas who be trippin about these niggas, oh my God, they done failedEach one of them's some victims with some jaws that got swelledWith a hard blow from the steel-toed bootsCause mama always said, "Boy, put them feet to use"And don't get mad cause we won't flip-flopCause RBL's just like a truck with no brakes, punk, it don't stopLike Tony the Tiger you know our shit is like greatCause we ain't comin corny like some of you Frosted Flakes[ Black C ]So meenie-meenie-meenie-moeShould a nigga pick a hoe?I think I squat to the house for the gat, I bring us back some indoPretend tho, if you wanna, I think I'm gonnaStep to the back and bust a capAnd watch yo 'real-ass' niggas scatSee, it be on on my blockWe poppin a cop with a glockEven them young niggas givin shotsWe gives a ***** about a copper, gettin our propersBy burnin cops like ???? chopperSo ah - you can smoke an ounce to this (biatch)While my niggas on the run smoke a stog and all bounce to this[ CHORUS ]We go front, back, side to side"While you mutha*****as bounce to this" (Snoop Doggy Doggy)[ Black C ]So knick-knack-patty-wack, give a ***** a crack sackAnd a fat smack with the mutha*****in nut sackAnd bust back in a battleI'm like a rattle snake, I don't fakeBust one cap out the eight in my gunRun, you get stunned, I'm shootin for funI'm like a warrant havin niggas on the runIt's the B-l-a to the c to the kA nigga from that there city by the BayA nigga who gets his mug on and mack on, but anywayOn any day we can get em up or shoot em upHavin that ass bounce three times while my nigga's schoolin ya[ Mr. Cee ]It's like 3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1 with a bangIt was 'a lesson to be learned,' but that's a known thangBut niggas still ain't learned they lessonSo we continue to make hits while you suckers keep guessinOur style, our mutha*****in flavorBut don't you even trip if you can't caterTo the needs of party people, makin em movin, gettin em groovinBut 2 niggas in Frisco hats and Nike shoes canAnd no one told me but I know I'm goin majorCause all these punk hoes that's for callin on my pagerBut I just sit back and chop my beats like a ounceAnd make yo trunk like a trampoline and watch my song bounce[ CHORUS ][ Cellski ]Yeah, it's '94 and I'm back on the spot72 class 455 blockStraight mashin down the [street name] windows up, full of contactMe and my niggas just got through burnin a twamp sackI'm rollin around high as ***** gurpin off some rightI hit the liquor store to get a 40 of St. IdesForty ounces, I bounce back to the [street name]Hella took already and a nigga fit to be mo' offI hit a cut and parked in some shadeSeen my nigga Baldhead walkin down the street, he said, "I got a fade"He jumped in with fo' sacks of indoHe twisted up the dank as I hit the 4-0He said, "Let's ride and get up out the ViewBecause in the View really ain't nothin to do"Off to the O, see some hoes before we hit the freeway5 deep in a 5 Ac, see where we stayI said, "Baby, I'm from the Lunatic villageIn Frisco where the gold thangs keep spinnin"You got niggas from Fillmore and Hunters PointWho quick to smoke that ass just like a jointBut niggas ain't set-trippin, just keep on dippinStand away from player-haters who save *****esCause niggas where I come from don't save hoesIf you ain't givin no ass up, well, bounce yo ass onBiatch[ CHORUS ]
